104. Who am I?

Vera’s POV.

After spending time at the café with the men I went to work. But I find no single concentration.

My mind was fogged with thoughts about who I really was.

However, no matter how much I think about that, nothing seems to make sense to me.

I was born in wealth.

But why was it that I was taken away?

Faint memories remind of

the time I was taken from place to place to seek refuge but I can’t remember

the woman’s face clearly.

Why did forget something so important about my life?

“Girl? Are you kinda sick or something? You look so not yourself at all.” Connor’s voice pulls me away from my thoughts.

“Yeah, I feel great. Just this new school shits, eating up my damn time.” I smile at him.

“Ah, how’s that a problem? I can cover up classes for you, trust me.” He winks, snidely.

I bark a laugh at his offer just as I remember him telling me about dropping out of school because it wasn’t his thing.

“Damn, dude. I ain’t taking that offer. Bless you.” I laugh and he does too.

“That’s so